Batman Fanfiction

Title: Queen of Hearts

Author: Irony_Rocks

Length: Complete (5 Chapters)

Pairings: Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Verse: Young Justice (Show)

Category: General/Drama/Romance

Rating: R (Sexuality and Language)

Summary: Dick has been hiding something for months and it’s time Barbara finds out what it is. For a person used to secrets, her world is about to be turned upside down by the revelation of one more.

Post-ep 2.10: Before the Dawn for Young Justice.

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Excerpt:

She stays silent through most of the debriefing. She watches Dick lead from the far edge of the room, and his body looks stiff and at attention, muscles coiled tight like he’s suddenly not the most limber person she’s ever known in her entire life. The familiar body-language reads defensive and severe, and it’s one Barbara recognizes from all those fights with Batman. But Batman isn’t here; he’s several lightyears away serving some sort of imagined penance for sixteen hours of missing time, and she’d call Dick on it but the entire team is watching and this isn’t the time to be having those sorts of conversations. The entire meeting unfolds with this quiet sense of ill-ease in the pit of her stomach. She feels like she’s missing something. A clue, an untold side to the story, a missing piece of the puzzle. No one on the mission got themselves killed, no one else was captured, and they’ve uncovered the Light’s new ally. It’s been a successful mission, all-in-all.

Why does it feel like an abject failure, then?

Barely anyone comments when Beast Boy narrates how M’gann defeated Aqualad, while the woman in question, the one that actually did the conquering, just sits there. There’s bleak avoidance buried in her gaze, and at first Barbara assumes its guilt that’s driving M’gann’s reclusive behavior, guilt at defeating a former friend, but there’s something larger, darker, almost like… shame. 

“All right,” Dick says, avoiding everyone’s gaze. “That’s it for tonight. Everyone… good job.”

The words feel hollow and empty for a victory call.

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Title: It All Works Out in the End: A Story Starring Robin’s Rear End

Author: Anonymous

Length: One-shot

Pairings: None

Category: Humor

Rating: PG (Butts, Butts, Butts)

Summary: A Tale of Robin’s Rear End. Really. Takes place during Young Justice, and interestingly enough, the silly tone of the entire story really reminds me of the actual 90’s Young Justice comic. 

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Excerpt:

“OWWWOWWWOWWWOWWWW!”

“I didn’t know he could make that noise…”

“OWWWWOWW!”

“Nice shot, A.”

“I didn’t mean it!”

“OWWOWWSOMEBODYGETITOwwwUT!!!”

“Ummm… I’m not touching it.”

“You do it, Supes!  That tactile telekinesis has ta be good for sumthin’!”

“I think he’s prefer if one of the girls got it out.  I don’t think he
swings that way.”

“I think someone with gloves should do it.”

“We’re all wearing gloves.”

“I’M NOT!”

“Me neither!”

“I don’t care who’s wearing gloves, somebody GET IT OUT!”

“Impy, maybe if you pull it really fast it won’t hurt.”

*whimper*

***

It was supposed to be the perfect week.

My first week of summer vacation.

I’d skidded through my first semester at Brentwood with, well, marks good
enough that they were letting me come back.  Probably could have done better
if I had spent my evenings studying with Ali instead of fighting the forces
of evil, but hey, we’ve all got priorities.

Anyway, the week before I arrived home, Dad announced that he and Dana were
going on a vacation.  In Europe.

I was totally psyched up to immerse myself in a whole week of sidekicking.

Then Alfred told me that Bruce was going on a business trip and would be
scaring the poop out of bad guys in Keystone City until Friday.

Which, while it was a minor downer, was not a total disappointment.  There
is always excitement to be had in the life of this Boy Wonder.  A few phone
calls later, and my week was crammed with green tights and bang-a-rangs.

Monday was something of Young Justice reunion— all of us had promised to
be there.  I hadn’t seen them in… well, long enough that hanging with Bart
Allen still seemed like a fun idea.

    Tuesday, I was spending the night with Dick.  I think Dick’s always wanted
his own sidekick, so he tries to bum me off Bruce whenever he thinks he can
get away with it.

Wednesday, I promised Oracle I’d help her fix up her mainframe a little.  
After what Blockbuster and his guys did to it… grr.  Just grr.
Steph had laid claim on Thursday.  I wasn’t quite sure what she had in mind,
since her mom had confiscated all her Spoiler stuff, but I wasn’t
complaining.

And Friday, it was back to the traditional gig, sidekicking with the best.  
I wanted to impress Bruce with some of the little tricks I’d cooked up at
school.  Not that I have ever managed to impress Bruce, but it’s always fun
to try.

Well, Monday went as planned.

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Title: Like Ice Is Cold

Author: Gloss

Length: One-shot

Pairings: Cassie Sandsmark/Tim Drake, other minor pairings

Category: Romance

Rating: R (Sexual situations and language)

Summary: Cassie is slightly unnerved and curious about Tim. In fact, as she tries to get closer to him, he becomes more enigmatic, hiding behind his various persona such as Robin or the infamous Mr. Sarcastic. Of course, there is only so much she can take before she just has to act straight-forward.

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Excerpt:

“Who do you think you are?” Cassie shoves Mr. Sarcastic against the wall. If she could just push hard enough to release the pressure building in her head, she might be okay. She shakes him by the shoulders. “Answer me.”

“Harder,” he says. He wriggles in her grip and smirks. “C’mon, you’re stronger than that. Give it to me.”

Cassie goes still. She doesn’t relent, but she resists the urge to tighten her grasp.

“Oh,” he says and frowns. He sounds sad, almost mournful. “Guess not. Guess you’re not all that Wonderful after all.”

Weight back on her left leg, switch-grip from right to left, and she’s got her forearm across his throat and palm on his solar plexus.

His breath comes fast, shallow and harsh.

“How about now?” she asks and eases off, just enough for him to lick his lip and take a deeper breath.

His eyes are glittery. “Eh, I’ve felt stronger.”

She knows he’s messing with her. She *knows*, so why is it working?

“Really?” She trades the throat press for both hands on his waist — skinny as a *girl’s*, wow — and flips him feet first over her shoulder. He lands on his ass, his designer jeans splitting, the mat resounding with the impact. Cassie turns an aerial and drops atop him, straddling his hips. “How about now?”

The glitter in his eyes sharpens. He bites his lip as if he needs to think, then looks her right in the eye. “Now’s good.”

“Yeah?” She’s breathing harder than she ought to. She isn’t exactly exerting herself here, so there’s no reason that the air is scraping in and out and her chest is this tight.

“Could be better, of course –” he adds and, somehow, *stretches* in her hold, like his joints have popped open, his tendons pulled loose as taffy.

Sweat has gathered at his temples, in the hollows under his jaw amid the stubble.

Her training is excellent. She could touch the cluster of nerves at the base of his throat and make him spasm for hours on end. She could snap him in two. She could do *anything*.

But that’s just it.

Warriors excel when they avoid violence: Diana might as well be standing over them, her voice comes so clear through Cassie’s mind.

Her elbows begin to buckle.

His smirk starts to curl up.

“Oh my god, are you guys wrestling?” Bart’s voice barely beats him across the room; his squeal, the breeze of his approach, and half a second later, the warm weight of his body, all crash into her. Cassie pulls away, off Sarcastic’s hips. “Lemme in! I want in!”

“All yours,” she tells Bart. “I’m running late.”

“Do hurry home to Mumsy!” Sarcastic calls before the door bangs shut behind her. “Mustn’t break curfew!”

*

“Two minutes to spare,” her mother says when Cassie opens the apartment door. “You’re really cutting it close lately, aren’t you?”

Her face heats up, her chest constricts, and all Cassie can do is duck her head as she heads for her room. She doesn’t trust herself to speak.

Juggling Young Justice, regular work alone and with Diana, *and* being a civilian isn’t exactly easy. Her mom is just waiting for her to slip up.

In a lot of ways, the others have it easier. All they have to do is be heroes. Anything extra is their choice. Sure, Tim has a family (she thinks), but they don’t know about his vocation.

When Cassie does screw up, her mother’s going to be right there to take back her powers and lock her down until she’s at least eighteen.

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